The whistling wind passed by Bailing's ears, taking away a few strands of his hair.

He narrowly dodged the powerful blow by leaning sideways.

The broad sickle blade was facing Bai Ling and hooked on his shoulder, like a giant guillotine about to open and close. It would only take a moment to cut off Bai Ling's head.

The ferryman held the sickle, his beautiful but cold face expressionless: "Give up, you are too weak."

Hearing her voice, the ring on Bai Ling's hand flashed slightly.

Looking at the light on his fingers, the ferryman's face was slightly stunned.

The next second, she felt her spirit seemed to fluctuate slightly.

This kind of fluctuation is extremely weak, but it is real. It's like a small stone falling into a shoe. Although it's harmless, it still makes people frown.

She subconsciously turned her head, and the movement caused the sickle to move slightly to the side.

And this brief moment of gap was enough for Bai Ling to break free from the opponent's restraints.

With the tip of his toes lightly tapping, and with the help of the potion to increase his physical fitness, Bering easily escaped from the side of the ferryman's sickle.

The ferryman put his hand on his head and said, "The influence on the spiritual level... is it related to the law?"

At this point, her tone couldn't help but become a little more serious: "It seems that I underestimated you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling remained silent, stroking the Tyrant King ring on his hand with a fluctuating look in his eyes.

To be honest, although he realized that the Tyrant King's Ring was effective, Bai Ling was still a little surprised that it could make the ferryman so nervous.

But soon, he figured out the key points.

The Tyrant Ring was created by Hermes to create an artificial alien species and finally seize the power of time. Since its essence is the "Philosopher's Stone", Hermes added the concept of soul law when creating this thing, and on this basis, he planned to use this thing to take time into his pocket.

It can be said that this ring is actually of a very high status. After all, it is Hermes' long-cherished wish, so the material must be very high.

As a "puppet" fabricated by time, it is understandable that the ferryman would be so solemn when facing this thing that specifically targets time.

After all, time is her "father", and the two of them have the same "blood". In this situation, it is natural for her, as a "daughter", to be wary of something that specifically targets her "father".

I don't know if I can use this thing to do something...

Bai Ling's heart moved slightly.

On the other side, the ferryman raised his sickle again.

"No matter what means you use, it's meaningless," she said softly, "You should know that tricks and cunning are not worthy of being compared to absolute power."

"Whether it's predicting the future or setting a trap, the way to deal with this is simple."

As she spoke, she gently raised the sickle.

However, this time, she did not step on the space like before, but just flicked her wrist and spun the sickle in a perfect arc in the air.

Then threw it out.

Even though it was out of her hand, the sickle was still spinning, like a machine wound up again and again, performing reciprocating motion over and over again.

Soon, under the tremendous power of her "origin", the sickle spinning in the air began to pull the surrounding air.

A few breaths later, Bai Ling saw with his own eyes the sickle in the air swinging out a dark "disc" - it was the afterimages of the black sickles stacked together at an extremely fast speed.

Although he was already a corpse, Bailing could still feel that the air flow around him was changing rapidly.

The shopping mall, which was supposed to be calm, was suddenly hit by a howling gale.

The wind blade swept over the surrounding shops, rolled up the sample cars in a 4S store and threw them into the air, spinning wildly within the black arc of the sickle's dance, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

The customers nearby were swept into the air along with the strong wind and struggled helplessly in the cyclone.

Soon, their bodies were torn apart rapidly.

All kinds of strange organs and blood fell from the sky and dripped onto the ground like a scarlet and pungent rain.

Amid the wind and garbage, the black sickle spun into an expanding "sun".

The "sun" expands from time to time, like a beating heart in a human chest, and each beat is accompanied by turbulence in the surrounding air and the rise and fall of debris.

As it continued to rise and fall, the black circle grew larger and larger.

Looking at Bering, the ferryman said calmly: "This is the ability of this body - if I remember correctly, you seem to call him the Lionheart."

"Although it is quite weak, after becoming the 'Origin', its abilities are still usable," said the ferryman, "at least it is enough to deal with situations like this."

"If you want to use your foresight to figure out the solution, then just keep your eyes open as much as possible."

Watch in person the arrival of this black sun.

Accompanied by the words of the ferryman.

The black "circle" that was still rotating paused slightly.

Then, the black sun in the sky suddenly stopped twitching.

Bering could clearly see that something was brewing between the black suns.

If he saw it correctly, hidden in the black sun was clearly a ball of blood-red...light.

This ball of light was much cooler and more obedient than the Red Spider's energy. From a distance, it looked no different from the red dot of the infrared flashlight that Bering had used as a child.

However, when looking at this ball of light, Bai Ling felt a "palpitation".

This feeling was not physical. His body, which had long since stopped functioning, could not allow him to have similar physiological activities.

This is a shock from the "soul" level!

This means that the energy contained in this ball of light has far exceeded... the limit of Bailing's current imagination.

Standing under the black sun, the ferryman made a gentle gesture.

The moment her fingers touched.

A gap appeared in the black sun.

It was like a hole in a piece of chocolate, and the filling inside overflowed and flowed out. Under the ferryman's gesture, the originally peaceful and obedient red light instantly burst out!

The air that originally coexists with humans, after being compressed to the extreme, is released through a certain gap, which is enough to produce a huge impact force that is unimaginable for normal people.

It was no less than the high pressure and heat produced by fission, especially after being guided by some invisible hand, its accuracy and power made the simple "explosion" even more unmatched! If "disaster" was enough to destroy several cities and cause hundreds of thousands or even millions of casualties, then "origin" was the existence of truly placing personal force above the state machine and human cutting-edge firepower.

The most lethal weapon known to mankind is nothing more than a small toy that can be easily made in the hands of Origin.

And this careless little toy is enough to kill everyone present.

Red light exploded and the wind whistled.

Bright red waves filled the entire space, shaking everything around into the most primitive and basic raw materials, causing destruction in the solid form. Wood burned into dust, glass shattered into slag, and then turned into the most primitive molecules in the uninterrupted tremors, and their former appearance could no longer be found.

Around Bering, everything seemed to have experienced ten million years in an instant.

When he regained consciousness, everything returned to "dead silence".

Without the mall, even the area several kilometers around the mall had turned into a circular pit. The asphalt road had become the loneliest black, like a burnt piece of wood.

And he was in the center of this big pit.

Only a head was left.

That's right.

Bai Ling realized that at the moment when the red light exploded, all his limbs and body were completely shattered into pieces as if carbonized.

Now only his head remained at the bottom of the pit.

'It seems that my most important part is my brain, not my heart, as I suspected.'

Bai Ling thought so in his heart as he struggled hard to raise his head.

Even without a body, he can still live, but without a brain, he may not be able to think.

Another conjecture was verified.

Just as he was thinking this.

The next second, a pair of cold hands embraced his cheeks, as gentle as if holding a piece of fine porcelain.

Soon, Bai Ling's face was turned away.

The ferryman looked at him quietly and said in a gentle voice: "Okay, this is the best outcome now."

"I guess this is probably the future you see. After this experience, you should have understood something."

Hearing this, Bai Ling's lips twitched.

Despite being missing from the neck down, he was still able to speak: "Yeah, I do understand something."

Bai Ling, who only had his head left, said calmly: "That means I will face you head-on. There is no chance of winning."

"The power of 'Origin' is indeed quite terrifying, and this is not reflected in the level of destructive power. If it is purely destructive power, then it is not a big deal, after all, saturation bombing can produce similar effects to yours. But what really surprises me is your absolute control over power."

Glancing at Chidi Qianli from the corner of his eye, Bai Ling gave a bitter smile: "To cause such serious damage, but to be able to protect a person's safety in the center of energy... No, it's not even protecting me, it's like a sharp scalpel, cutting off my limbs."

"This is a power that humans cannot even begin to achieve," Bailing said. "This is no longer just a gap in technological iteration, but a real chasm."

It is simply impossible for humans to have such amazing explosive power and such precise control at the same time.

You know, this is a destruction range of several kilometers, and within such a huge range, it is necessary to ensure that only a head of an individual less than 1.8 meters tall is left...

How horrible.

So what terrified Bering was not the destructive power, but the sophisticated manipulation of power.

This means absolute responsiveness, ultimate understanding and perfect use of power.

He even felt that even if a "little boy" was thrown in front of the ferryman, she would be able to use the most basic strength to decompose and destroy it.

This is the pinnacle of refinement.

As for the origins, I am afraid that most of them have such power.

As soon as he thought about it, Bailing found it difficult to understand.

How did the witch end up being knocked over by a human's car?

He probably couldn't figure out this problem no matter how hard he tried.

Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes.

It's time to go back.

But soon, the ferryman's hands grabbed his face.

She said seriously: "I thought about it, and I feel that it might not be appropriate to let you go back like this."

"If you keep doing this cycle, I will always be in a state of ignorance. This is very uncomfortable for me. I can't stand you being right next to me, but I have to repeat this situation so many times. Even if I don't know what will happen in the future."

Soon, the ferryman denied himself again: "No, not knowing is more painful. So much has happened between us, but in the end, it all came to nothing... I can't accept it."

As she spoke, she placed her forehead against Bai Ling's.

"So, I will enter your spirit," she said, "I will watch your future from the side, watching you repeat, fail, despair again and again, and finally become discouraged and have to go back with me."

“That’s the best way I could think of to deal with it.”

As she spoke, she grabbed Bai Ling's face.

Then the next moment, the ferryman's eyes turned slightly outward.

Soon, her body fell limply.

Bai Ling's head also fell to the ground, being hit by the rubble, and even a piece of stone edge pierced into his eye.

Fortunately, he felt no pain.

But at the moment, Bai Ling couldn't care less about these things.

He returned to his own consciousness space and looked at the person who suddenly appeared on his sea surface.

That person was the uninvited guest who broke in here.

The ferryman stepped barefoot on the sea and raised his head towards the sky.

The moment she looked up, the eyes in the sky also locked onto her.

The two pairs of eyes just stared at each other.

When a pair of eyes that block out the sun and sky stare at someone, the feeling of oppression can be said to be extremely heavy.

But the ferryman didn't feel anything about it.

She just remained silent, staring at those eyes without stopping.

soon.

The eyes in the sky seemed to have lost interest in her, and soon they looked away, no longer paying attention to this side.

The ferryman also withdrew his gaze.

She turned her gaze back to the sea not far away and Bering on the sea.

"Well," she said, "now is the time..."

But before she could finish.

Bering suddenly threw something and hit the ferryman accurately.

While throwing him, he shouted, "It's decided to be you, Chris!"

Hmm? Listen to what Bering said.

The ferryman was slightly startled.

What does this mean? ?